2026-01-11 06:53:04As Robert drove back to Salem city where Roxanne's house was located, he wondered who the guest might be.
Finding it difficult to guess who, he concentrated on his driving till he reached home.
A familiar car parked in front, there was no sight of Roxanne, just Sandra Murillo.
Robert came down from his delivery bike, still looking at the car, as it was dark outside he could not tell whose it was.
“After keeping us out in the cold,the only thing you can do is stare at a car you'd never be able to afford in your life.
Quickly get in, and whip up something good for our special guest.” Sandra Murillo thundered.
She'd forgotten that she told him to leave earlier in the day.
Robert went straight to the kitchen, his expensive suit still on. He heard Roxanne's voice, the sound of her hearty laughter reached him. Even Sandra Murillo could be heard laughing, which she hardly does since Robert became her son in law.
The reason could only be the fifty million Robert had sent to her. Her happiness was evident.
Robert served the food out, carried it expertly like a waiter in a five star restaurant.
Five years of cooking for the Murillos would do that to a man.
He almost missed his step, when he saw that the guest Roxanne was honoring was none other than Maxime Rodrigo of Blankenship.
Robert stood rooted, not moving, until Roxanne jingled the bell to bring him back to reality.
“Don't just stand there, my guest is famished.” Roxanne snapped.
Robert went ahead to dish out the foods, he stood at a little distance Incase Roxanne needed anything, especially to know what Maxime was there for.
Sandra Murillo had a smile Robert had never seen before.
She touched Maxime by the hand.
“My daughter told me of how you saved her today, you are such a gentleman.”
Maxime drank his champagne first. Dabbing at his face with a handkerchief.
“It was just a surprise for her, I couldn't sit by and let her sell what her father left behind for her.”
“Splendid, how true men should actually behave.” Sandra praised Maxime.
Robert coughed awkwardly, Maxime was taking credit for the fifty million he sent to save Roxanne's food production company.
Maxime wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“Has the chef got anything to say?. I don't really see the use of you standing by watching us have a celebration that you didn't contribute to.”
Robert thought for a minute before replying.
“Matter of fact I do have something to say. Which is, you didn't make any payment to Roxanne, you actually wanted to buy her company out.”
“Watch your words, don't go accusing me, you may be Roxanne's husband, but to me you're just a maid.” Maxime spitted fire.
Roxanne tried to calm Maxime.
“Please, he's been like this the whole day, it must be due to the slap he received from me and my friend yesterday.”
“No, my head is in the clear.” Robert moved closer to the table.
“I can prove it to you that Maxime here, is nothing but a liar, and a fraud.”
“This is why I said you should get rid of this rat, he'd only meddle and spoil your opportunities.” Sandra Murillo put in.
Roxanne was actually curious, she'd just give Robert a chance to make a fool of himself, then send him out of her house.
“Let him speak, I want to know his point.
Robert was glad that for the first time, Roxanne was actually giving him an opportunity, against her mother of all people.
“Thank you Roxanne, I want you to check who sent you the money you received today, because I made that call to save your company.”
Roxanne clapped her hands in wonder.
“How is that proof that Maxime didn't send it,?”
“Simple, he doesn't know who the sender is, but I know.
The sender is Leonardo Vegas from Blue Razor incorporation limited, they specialize in buying out companies on the verge of deplete. I own a huge share there, so I just told him to send some money to you instead of buying you out.” Robert ended, breathless.
Roxanne was speechless by how Robert was able to know all these, he must have been busy with her computer while she was at work.
Maxime threw the napkin on the table, stood up, make the chair screech.
“I own a share in Blue Razor, Leonardo Vegas and I go way back. I can have you sued for this defamation.”
Robert was shocked by the act Maxime was putting on, the worse part was, Roxanne and her mother were falling for it easily.
“You guys can't tell me you believe him right?.if he's telling the truth, have him call Leonardo Vegas right now.”
Maxime gritted his teeth.
“There is nothing to prove, In fact, I am leaving, I won't stand here to be humiliated by your wretched husband, Roxanne.” Maxime turned to leave.
Roxanne tried pleading with him not to leave,not Sandra, she had better things in a mind.
Sandra walked to Robert, and landed a stinging slap on his face, her finger entering his eyes in the process.
Robert yelped thinking he had gone blind.
He tried opening his left eye, it stung but he could barely see.
“What was that for?.” He raised his voice at Sandra for the first time ever.
“That's for trying to spoil my Roxanne's life, I want you out, and out for good.”
Robert looked to Roxanne who was focused on begging Maxime.
“Roxanne,” he called for her attention.
“Just leave Robert, you've done more than enough, I should have done this a long time ago.”
Robert didn't bother to pack anything, he only took his new delivery bike, and went in search of a hotel to lodge for the night.
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